[He can't count the amount of nights that he's sat in the darkness wishing to feel the cold for just a moment. He used to watch Ed shiver in his sleep in envy, the recollection of frost touching his own skin a pale memory. But now, in some twisted way, he's one of the luckiest ones here. He may have lost his alchemy somehow, he may be separated from everyone he loves, but at least he isn't freezing to death.]

Mm, count me in.

[Now that he's found someone he can help, he'll not be leaving her all night if he can help it.]

Most people I come across at night haven't even started to make a snow shelter, you must have done this before. Was your home cold too?